Okay, so that was a little reference to the 80’s, and it’s really me banging my head against the wall here. My daughter and I fight constantly. She won’t do a dang thing I tell her to, nor anything I ask her to do. She is mean and spiteful one minute, and sweet the next. She is extremely disorganized and forgetful, which has been a problem before (losing her house keys, losing her phone, losing things in general). I managed to get rid of 8 bags of stuff to try and declutter and make things easier to keep in “order”, which didn’t seem to help. What is left has been spread all over my house in the span of 36 hours.
The real doozie was lunchtime. Thankfully, today I have half my rotation in one location and the afternoon elsewhere. I got off a bit early, so went home first to check on Buddy (Keely keeps forgetting to give him water and leaves him inside when it’s beautiful out, or puts him out when it’s yucky). I drive up, and there is Buddy, sitting very patiently on the porch, the front door wide open. He had been there 3 hours, assuming she got to school on time. God bless my Buddy!! Thankfully, my fairly new cross bike was still in the front room, and nothing seemed to be missing. This is really the final straw, and I called my mom in desperate need of some new ideas.
I have run out of ideas, run out of patience, and I am afraid of losing my daughter (figuratively speaking), which makes me even more on edge. In need of a break and perspective…..